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Tiniest spy. HYDRA HAS A DEAGING RAY.

[blowncovers]

[it was supposed to be a simple information extraction; a HYDRA lab that was, to anyone who checked, abandoned by the men and women stationed there. After Sokovia, they'd abandoned posts at an alarming rate, leaving behind valuable intelligence. All the Avengers team had to do was walk in and take it.

Steve and the others had gone to apprehend a terrorist that had threatened bombings in multiple cities. Natasha had figured the reconnaissance mission wouldn't be too hard, had asked Clint to go with her, just as a spotter. Then she was going to stay at the farm for a few days with him, Laura, and the kids.]

First floor clear. Heading to the basement now.

[She had her gun ready as she descended the stairs, in case the abandoned building wasn't as abandoned as reported, but she encountered no one. It was more than a little creepy, but not ant worse than she'd seen before.]

And to think you were worried we wouldn't be home in time for dinner.

[As she finishes teasing, her boot scuffed lightly against the floor at the bottom of the stairs--the lights snap on, evidently on a motion sensor. Natasha freezes, putting her back to the wall in the stairwell, but no further surprises present themselves, so she cautiously walks to the table in the center of the room.]

They were building a laser gun? How cliche.

[She ignores the thing, going to thr computer at the edge of the cleared workspace, turning it on.

Activate System...?]

I swear if this is another European scientist who's backed his brain up into a computer, I'm going to smash everything in here, intelligence or no.

[She types in 'yes'.

There's no warning before the array on the table activates and shoots her in the back with a very audible crack of energy, and over the comms the doors can be heard slamming closed and locking.]

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[ Clint is most definitely not completely stumbling over this recipe. It's not even really a recipe. It's just something the nice older lady at that bodega told him was good to do for these ingredients on a busy weeknight. A something-something bowl.

God, he doesn't know what he's doing. What kind of vegetable even is this?

So focused on the task that he doesn't realize Bruce has already come in. Probably also cause he's got his hearing aids out and laying on the counter. You know, in a useful spot when he doesn't want to deal with it. Or they hurt. He hasn't actually bothered with getting them fitted properly cause he doesn't like calling attention to it.

Luckily, the apartment is pretty shitty and the floors are thin. Which means the second the other man is walking around, it vibrates enough that he feels it. Which means it's too late to surprise him. Aw, no. ]

Hey, Bruce.

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It's complicated, this thing they've got. Well, it is and it isn't. He and Bruce haven't really gotten around to naming it or trying to. Whatever they have just is and they protect it. Fiercely.

They aren't the kind of people that get a lot of nice things handed out to them and maybe it's a big thing of like recognizing like or something but they work. It clicks. Maybe it doesn't need a big-ass label to validate it. Before he takes over flying and after Nat is also set up and resting as well as she can after the mind warp that red witch type did---he's off to check in with Bruce.

It was only sharp eyes and luck that kept him from falling into the same thing the others did and with more than half of their team down and being forced on the run--- Why does it always come to this? He's sure to project his movements on his way over to Bruce who has his headphones snug over his ears, blaring classical to help soothe in the aftermath.

Clint hunkers down close and puts his hands out, offering touch if the other man wants or to talk in a different way since they need to now. They need a safe place. Off the grid. There's only one place he knows like that and it's safe cause he and Bruce have poured everything they could scrounge up into making it as much.

He's tired. None of this is right or fair. His mouth twitches but he opts to speak with his hands instead. Farm?